The motionless golden stars and the silver moon….the dark ebony sky….a frog
from nowhere jumped straight into the moon…the crystal clear reflection of the
sky was interrupted by soft velvety ripples of the pond below. The sky
cloudless and mist free wore a beautiful but a lifeless smile. The soft breeze
made the trees nearby rustle. The frog which jumped into the pond swam across
it and croaked its way out of the pond on to the other side. Jasmine garden
surrounded the pond and the sweet smell of night jasmine filled the place. Not
a single sound was heard except the fading croaks from the frog and the soft
rustles of the trees. The ambiance looked as beautiful as ever. And to add to
its beauty, the place was adorned by the silver rays of the moon.
A dull shadow entered the jasmine garden…the owner on its trails. A tall figure dressed in pale pink with long hair which was carelessly let loose walked till the edge of the pond and starred right below. A woman with a soft face but sharp features starred back. She was white as a ghost. Her eyes large and beautiful were filled with unknown sadness. Suddenly color flushed in her cheeks… sweet memories of the pond made the magic… as immediately as they flushed they became white as ever again…remembering her last visit to the pond which was as bitter as the crimson potion she held in her hand. She enjoyed the soft breeze that brushed her face. She stood there alone, starring at the pond…not enjoying the reflection but going down her memory lane…sweet and bitter!!! She looked like as if she was making a conversation with the pond using her mind power. Her pale dress matched the jasmine flowers around her. She looked like a fallen angel from the heaven.
She softly raised her hands and unscrewed the bottle she was holding…innocently opening her mouth she drained the content of it. she quietly sat near the edge…feeling the still water , making small ripples… she saw a frog swimming towards her… her vision dimmed, she closed her eyes…her face sprung into an uneasy expression. She slowly leaned down… her face white, her left hand in the water while her right clutching to something very tight… her skirt though untidily set covered her till ankle…soft breeze blew and trees rustled… no other movements… she lay there…motionless and lifeless!!!
“Where is she? Where will I find her?” suddenly remembering the pond he ran towards its direction… stopping near the jasmine garden… panting and sweating… he wiped his hot sweat on his forehead…hot air filled his nostrils… he took a deep breath and looked around…he found his angel lying near the pond… “She is sleeping…she is not dead…I know” he went near her bent down to feel her pulse… “I know I am dreaming…” he felt her pulse… “This is just a nightmare…just a dream… I know” he found an empty bottle beside her… his heart skipped a beat… still sweating not as a result of running but of fear… a voice inside his head kept saying “you are a betrayer…”.He sat beside her… placed her head on his thigh, her starred at her as if he could wake her just by starring… he didn’t know what to do…he took her left hand from the water and laid it across her waist. He found the other hand clutching something.He held her right hand in his left. On opening he found a small piece of paper. He unfolded it and read
“Darling I know you’ll find me or at least this last word from me… it’s not your fault… I am just not lucky to be destined a life with you. Circumstances made you take those decisions. When you realize it please don’t feel guilty. Don’t call yourself a betrayer… you are not… when we chose a color, god has other colors for us. It’s neither your fault nor mine. But living a life without you… i don't think i can live... so I chose death. If you can do me a favor then, 'forget me'. Be happy with what you have… I love you as I had always done… please take care and bye forever…”
Tears rolled down his cheek… it was hot and felt like blood… he searched for the bottle hoping to drink the left over…No there was nothing left… disappointment filled his heart along with sadness………….. Tears in his eyes with a broken heart, lost his true love… he sat there reading her last word again and again….again and again………..
A dull shadow entered the jasmine garden…the owner on its trails. A tall figure dressed in pale pink with long hair which was carelessly let loose walked till the edge of the pond and starred right below. A woman with a soft face but sharp features starred back. She was white as a ghost. Her eyes large and beautiful were filled with unknown sadness. Suddenly color flushed in her cheeks… sweet memories of the pond made the magic… as immediately as they flushed they became white as ever again…remembering her last visit to the pond which was as bitter as the crimson potion she held in her hand. She enjoyed the soft breeze that brushed her face. She stood there alone, starring at the pond…not enjoying the reflection but going down her memory lane…sweet and bitter!!! She looked like as if she was making a conversation with the pond using her mind power. Her pale dress matched the jasmine flowers around her. She looked like a fallen angel from the heaven.
She softly raised her hands and unscrewed the bottle she was holding…innocently opening her mouth she drained the content of it. she quietly sat near the edge…feeling the still water , making small ripples… she saw a frog swimming towards her… her vision dimmed, she closed her eyes…her face sprung into an uneasy expression. She slowly leaned down… her face white, her left hand in the water while her right clutching to something very tight… her skirt though untidily set covered her till ankle…soft breeze blew and trees rustled… no other movements… she lay there…motionless and lifeless!!!
“Where is she? Where will I find her?” suddenly remembering the pond he ran towards its direction… stopping near the jasmine garden… panting and sweating… he wiped his hot sweat on his forehead…hot air filled his nostrils… he took a deep breath and looked around…he found his angel lying near the pond… “She is sleeping…she is not dead…I know” he went near her bent down to feel her pulse… “I know I am dreaming…” he felt her pulse… “This is just a nightmare…just a dream… I know” he found an empty bottle beside her… his heart skipped a beat… still sweating not as a result of running but of fear… a voice inside his head kept saying “you are a betrayer…”.He sat beside her… placed her head on his thigh, her starred at her as if he could wake her just by starring… he didn’t know what to do…he took her left hand from the water and laid it across her waist. He found the other hand clutching something.He held her right hand in his left. On opening he found a small piece of paper. He unfolded it and read
“Darling I know you’ll find me or at least this last word from me… it’s not your fault… I am just not lucky to be destined a life with you. Circumstances made you take those decisions. When you realize it please don’t feel guilty. Don’t call yourself a betrayer… you are not… when we chose a color, god has other colors for us. It’s neither your fault nor mine. But living a life without you… i don't think i can live... so I chose death. If you can do me a favor then, 'forget me'. Be happy with what you have… I love you as I had always done… please take care and bye forever…”
Tears rolled down his cheek… it was hot and felt like blood… he searched for the bottle hoping to drink the left over…No there was nothing left… disappointment filled his heart along with sadness………….. Tears in his eyes with a broken heart, lost his true love… he sat there reading her last word again and again….again and again………..
The motionless golden stars and the silver moon….the dark ebony sky….a frog from nowhere jumped straight into the moon…the crystal clear reflection of the sky was interrupted by soft velvety ripples of the pond below. The sky cloudless and mist free wore a beautiful but a lifeless smile. The soft breeze made the trees nearby rustle. The frog which jumped into the pond swam across it and croaked its way out of the pond on to the other side. Jasmine garden surrounded the pond and the sweet smell of night jasmine filled the place. Not a single sound was heard except the fading croaks from the frog and the soft rustles of the trees. The ambiance looked as beautiful as ever. And to add to its beauty, the place was adorned by the silver rays of the moon.
A dull shadow entered the jasmine garden…the owner on its trails. A tall figure dressed in pale pink with long hair which was carelessly let loose walked till the edge of the pond and starred right below. A woman with a soft face but sharp features starred back. She was white as a ghost. Her eyes large and beautiful were filled with unknown sadness. Suddenly color flushed in her cheeks… sweet memories of the pond made the magic… as immediately as they flushed they became white as ever again…remembering her last visit to the pond which was as bitter as the crimson potion she held in her hand. She enjoyed the soft breeze that brushed her face. She stood there alone, starring at the pond…not enjoying the reflection but going down her memory lane…sweet and bitter!!! She looked like as if she was making a conversation with the pond using her mind power. Her pale dress matched the jasmine flowers around her. She looked like a fallen angel from the heaven.
She softly raised her hands and unscrewed the bottle she was holding…innocently opening her mouth she drained the content of it. she quietly sat near the edge…feeling the still water , making small ripples… she saw a frog swimming towards her… her vision dimmed, she closed her eyes…her face sprung into an uneasy expression. She slowly leaned down… her face white, her left hand in the water while her right clutching to something very tight… her skirt though untidily set covered her till ankle…soft breeze blew and trees rustled… no other movements… she lay there…motionless and lifeless!!!
“Where is she? Where will I find her?” suddenly remembering the pond he ran towards its direction… stopping near the jasmine garden… panting and sweating… he wiped his hot sweat on his forehead…hot air filled his nostrils… he took a deep breath and looked around…he found his angel lying near the pond… “She is sleeping…she is not dead…I know” he went near her bent down to feel her pulse… “I know I am dreaming…” he felt her pulse… “This is just a nightmare…just a dream… I know” he found an empty bottle beside her… his heart skipped a beat… still sweating not as a result of running but of fear… a voice inside his head kept saying “you are a betrayer…”.He sat beside her… placed her head on his thigh, her starred at her as if he could wake her just by starring… he didn't know what to do…he took her left hand from the water and laid it across her waist. He found the other hand clutching something.He held her right hand in his left. On opening he found a small piece of paper. He unfolded it and read
“Darling I know you’ll find me or at least this last word from me… it’s not your fault… I am just not lucky to be destined a life with you. Circumstances made you take those decisions. When you realize it please don’t feel guilty. Don’t call yourself a betrayer… you are not… when we chose a color, god has other colors for us. It’s neither your fault nor mine. But living a life without you… i don't think i can live... so I chose death. If you can do me a favor then, 'forget me'. Be happy with what you have… I love you as I had always done… please take care and bye forever…”
Tears rolled down his cheek… it was hot and felt like blood… he searched for the bottle hoping to drink the left over…No there was nothing left… disappointment filled his heart along with sadness………….. Tears in his eyes with a broken heart, lost his true love… he sat there reading her last word again and again….again and again………..
